Wither

Even consciousness ends and turns to ash

I spin memories of my short life

That is falling to ruin, and returning to the ground
I cry in these moments foolishly, until my voice withers

Suffering in the flames, carrying this pain
Into the severe future...

The tears come back to me, watering the solitary artificial flower

How many times do I have to scream?

My right arm is burnt and continues to melt
The pain intensifies, and I return to that day

My thoughts were colored by cruelty.
For this, I burn.

Suffering in the flames, carrying the pain
The cruel hearts are not saved... My thoughts were colored by cruelty.
For this, I die.

Suffering in the flames, carrying the pain
The cruel hearts are not saved...

Because of my cruelty, I suffer...
Because of my cruelty, I suffer...
Because of my cruelty, I suffer...
Because of my cruelty, I suffer...
Because of my cruelty...